Lyrics:
another Ukulele
Lady foolin' 'round with you
Maybe she'll sigh (an awful lot)
Maybe she'll cry (and maybe not)
Maybe she'll find somebody else
By
another Ukulele
Lady foolin' 'round with you
Maybe she'll sigh (an awful lot)
Maybe she'll cry (and maybe not)
Maybe she'll find somebody else
By
In the darkness blinded by the headlights
Lady saw through me only in hindsight
Tripped on stairs behind
Now it's sunlight
Not impressed by my
And she see another ukulele lady fool around with you.
Maybe she'll sigh, maybe she'll cry,
Maybe she'll find somebody else
By and by-why-why
To sing
And she see another ukulele lady fool around with you.
Maybe she'll sigh, maybe she'll cry,
Maybe she'll find somebody else
By and by-why-why
To sing
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
whispers “tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott.”
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her
whispers “tis the fairy
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.”
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her
whispers “tis the fairy
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.”
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her
the cordless to call Miss
I insist to get with this
Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady"
"Fine and how
slurs by the world
Then they laughing in ya face
Hey
(Hey hey hey ya)
There's a lot of angry ladies in here
We stay smiling from ear to ear
Backlash in
bid to go to the lady's door and stretch out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a blanket to your hand
And I'll waken you in
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
rage
Oh, Nothing can save you
From a woman filled with rage
Ladies don't start fights
But we'll finish them
They may look pretty, but our heels are
it, let 'em in
The king of England woulda left us alone
If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone
Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue
The Biggie duets (Uh)
Jazze Phizzle (phizzle phizzle)
Jagged Edge
Biggie Smalls
Ladies and gentlemen...
[Biggie]
I go, on and on and on and
Don't
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
the way you spend it"
She saw me dippin' and she hope I wasn't tryna pimp it
Tryna get it cause I fit it better
Met a red bone, got the Akinyele off my
knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels
What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm
found a lady
Instead, she got me hugging hades
She gas me off the dream?
Her lips taste like kerosene
I saw the devil in your eyes erasing constellations
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